Thursday, September 24

to twitter or not to twitter...

"yes, but i'm not sure i'm any good at it" i replied dejected from the couch, with my blankie in hand... a billion loose ends needing to be tucked away.

my dejection, due to not only the mammoth task of 'finishing off' said blankie but also due to 'Mr thrifty devil', making it all up.

no such 'cardie of lust appeal' was on the racks in my thrift store.

it was all totally crappity crap...

and so it set me thinking about just how hard this challenge could get if one were to need a certain something. not just a 'happen to come across it, oh so lovely' thrifty find but a 'i need it to replace a broken something' thrifty find.

my man proceeded to take a look at my blog on his laptop...

we always go through the "what's the name of it again?" business (i know!) and then he marveled at how fabby his three columns were looking, which i then pointed out looked that way because i had come in afterwards to do a complete overhaul of the 'messy layout' i had been left with...

anyhow, after patting himself on the back for a job well done he clicked on my 'twitter button' and after a few seconds, he started to chuckle, then boldly laughed out loud, ending with what looked to me like tears in his eyes...

"well, it's like some computer generated system has twittered for you... it's like a code, like someone said you can construct a sentence but only use two verbs and one noun"

he then continued

"and what is a counch?"

"what!" i scrambled off my seat

"you've written 'olive is trying to destroy counch inners'... would that be a couch/sofa or were you talking about a conch shell we happen to have hanging around" to which he chuckled even more...

after his chuckling was done, he decided to offer some advice.

now dearest readers, this is where i imagine you are shaking your heads... for you too are thinking what i am thinking. there are times to pick, when offering advice and perhaps a 'wise man' may not pick this time to offer up such info.

but my man was not a 'wise man', he was a 'foolish man' and so continued upon his 'let me enlighten you' ways, when all he had to do was look up from his laptop screen and read my face like a book, to know the 'unwiseness' of his 'wellmeaningness'.

(that's rather an exciting sentence, i'm quite pleased with that)

"so Tif," he continued "you need to get interesting, you need to twitter from the thriftstore" (sore point indeed) "perhaps from the chicken coop, that sort of thing. i would also advise you to actually construct sentences that are readable, so people know what you are twittering on about".

i replied, quite in control i felt for one who felt a 'twitter fool' of the worst kind...

"but how do i do that when i have a cell phone built in the dark ages, i have no texting talent and no internet access. plus i do feel another thing not going in my 'on the road' twittering favor is the screen is jippy at times, it chooses not to divulge information other than a neon looking blob for viewing purposes? how pray, is one suppose to 'twitter on the go', with such a phone? plus"

i added

"i don't actually know how to twitter in normal sentences, i don't blog in normal sentences half the time. i can't write in a normal way... i fear i am, and i will always be, a creator of sentences who has a mental block when it comes to mainstream writing"

and with a sigh i added

"perhaps i am not cut out for twittering"

to which i promptly went to bed.

feeling like an utter 'twittering' fool... i should never have attempted such a thing.

this morning i mentioned to my man that i felt rather 'put out' by his amusement last night at my twittering expense...

to which he said "it's a new day Tif, just move on".

which 'put me out' even more, until i thought in my head

"oh, sod him" i then felt much better...

since my 'sod him' moment, i have spent many a happy hour with miss ethel, making apron wraps whilst 'little olive' licks off this morning's applied vanilla body lotion from my ankles.

and then dearest readers, i picked myself up off my sewing chair, dusted myself down and purposefully strode over to my desk chair and began to twitter...

she will return tomorrow with 'snippets of color' to start the weekend off on a happy note ~ Tif

footynote: if in anyway i have painted my man in a negative light, this is purely intentional... the 'power of the blogger' can be a mighty fine thing

20 comments:

Never ask you man his advice! (is my advice..) Never even suggest that you are unhappy about something or you will get his advice because he thinks you want it!

OK, got that off my shoulders, but yes, I sympathise.

I also sympathise about the needing something in a thrift shop, but it is going to work, it really is! I would have popped off to IKEA to get a filing cabinet today if I hadn't taken up your challenge, and instead looked round five Troc' shops which didn't have a filing cabinet between them. I was gloomy (hard challenges at work and home not helping) but I do remain full of hope about that filing cabinet which is out there somewhere for me! I just need to live with the bad filing system we've had for the past X years until I find it. If we've waited this long, we can wait a bit longer.

Wow - did that help, or did it make things worse? You won't find me blogging too much about problems like this with the challenge, because I blog for my mum who is very ill and gets upset if she thinks I'm struggling. Thus my blog shows the sunnier side of thrifty life in France! I'll get my gloom out in other peoples' comments - very generous of me, I'm sure...

I was walking out to the hen house to check in vain for the first egg, when I had the most brilliant idea concerning your cardi debacle. Well, it was brilliant until I realized it was most unoriginal and that your clever self had probably already thunk it. but just in case...

Look in the men's sweaters for a pleasing to the eye crew neck. Cut up the front middle, adjust neck-line to taste, and finish off edges with bias, crochet bits, hankies - whatever and voila!Then you can decide to add buttons, broach, ties or doorknobs.

I'm joining your challenge. For the life of me, I don't know why I hesitated when my entire life has been mostly 'thrifty'.

I posted about it but I can't figure out how to get your badge... I tried, but I'm no good with things like that. I'll figure it out eventually, or hopefully, someone will come to my rescue, as I've blogged for help. (Typepad is great but it can be a little tricky with things like that for those of us who aren't html literate!)

Oh, Tif, you Dottie Angel! I can so sympathize with you. I think I've had a conversation just like that with my beloved. Don't you fret over a thing. We understand you. Don't you go giving up on Twitter. I count on those Tweets for smiles during my day. I knew exactly what a "counch" is. ;)

I love that commercial where the kids are admonishing the parents for their overuse of electronics and the dad is sitting and "tweeting" that he is sitting on the couch. That's how I feel about it. I just don't have enough hours in the day....xo, suzy

oh how lovely it is to read your cheering words... thank you for your 'tweeting' honesty and for making me laugh...

and welcome on board jennifer, i am totally 'happy as can be' to add your lovely thrifty self to my 'challengers of the utmost kind' sidebar... you are a thrifting queen in my books, i shall be looking to you to teach me the wise ways of a thrifting handcrafted mama :)

I do hope that in "moving on" you continue to be exactly as wonderful & delightful as you are...move on, indeed???!!!! What a hoot!Glad you clarified in the footynote about the power of the blog - absolutely!!!Cheers!

Move on??? Ha ! Does the husband know nothing of the female psyche?? Of course we can't move on for days yet... or not until something lovely distracts us! Ha!I loved Lola's idea about the mans sweater and I've found myself perusing men's shirts recently, wondering if I can make a decent blouse from one (without man's collar you understand!). I think it's something I'll play with.Sorry you didn't find your dream cardy whilst thrifting- but that's how it always is - things just appear when you least expect them. Have a happy sewing day Tif - your creations are looking amazing,Denise x

oh yes, the pen is mightier than the sword. i realize the value of twitter, but i'll go there kicking and screaming. i 'talk' about myself enough on our blog. i get sick of myself ;). enjoy your weekend!

hii am going to start your challenge on the 1st of october! looming bithdays do get you thinking, and i am looming to the 40!!! so ive decidedto do the challenge as i seem to have so much stuff, i will make me use stuff i have and i am looking forward to being creative with my wardrobe, and get round to wearing things still with the tags on!heres to a fantastic year ahead!

I could join you on that note of intentional negative lighting. I was in thrift shop yesterday with 2 friends on a planned day out when my husband phoned to ask if I was on my way home yet. Can I stress 'planned' day out. It had been planned for 2 weeks and at 3.30 he phones. 1.5 hrs before shops close. Why oh why would we be on our way home? We were 1.5hrs from home to make matters worse so the call only served to make me cross that I was being 'needed' and anxious that they were having a stressful time on the farm. He did text 1.5 hrs later to say they were all ok and not to hurry, which was sweet. Honestly!

"if i go to sleep at nightknowing i have visited my imagination, however fleeting it may have been, then i know i have spent my day wisely"~ Tif

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